[ Absinthe laughs, and Levity doesn't get "punished" for it but his hand does leave his cock entirely; he's freed himself at this point and can spread Levity's legs further apart, then slide his palms up the undersides of them to hook under his knuckles and push his legs up. ]
[Absinthe gets to enjoy (because he's that much of a creepy fuck) the look of utter horror and despair on Levity's face as the words sink in. "What does it matter"?
The realization that there really is no consideration given to him here, that neither his protests nor enjoyment actually mean anything, that he's denied basic humanity... It hits harder than anything else could, pushing him past being angry or disgusted and into the terrified, cowering emptiness.
His mind strays to the nails in his pocket. He can't hurt this... he can't hurt him, but maybe he could kill himself somehow. But he doesn't know how, and he's terrified of more pain, and maybe if he just... does whatever this Absinthe wants, he'll be allowed to go eventually.
Levity looks aside, every sensation registering with painful clarity yet curiously distant. Like he's just... watching a memory. Like it's not really happening, not really. He starts to open his mouth to give some kind of answer, but gives up. No. It doesn't matter and he should shut up before he makes it worse again.
Five was right. Vergil was right. Jason was right. He's just a naive idiot. Well, when--if--he gets out, he can tell them they were right.]
[ good job Levity! this Absinthe certainly does enjoy that look of horror -- there's that vicious smile, the pure sadistic thrill that crosses his expression, again, and a laugh as his bare shaft presses up against the inside of Levity's thigh and rocks there. ]
Ah. Have you realized exactly what position you are in, now? And here I thought that you would never catch on.
[ -- and already, he's angling himself, pressing up against Levity's entrance with no foreplay or preparation. ]
[Levity closes his eyes and doesn't answer. His skin crawls at the thought of what's going on, of what's about to happen, but he's far too shaken and scared to do anything about it. You might resist at first, but as the beating continues all you can do is curl up and wait until either they get bored or satisfied or you die.
In a muzzy kind of way, he thinks about the nails in his pocket again. He probably could move his hand, especially if he does it slowly enough. Take one. Then... what? Throat. Jugular. Does he remember where it is, exactly? What if he can't put enough force into it to break skin? The thought of just... half-mutilating himself, not enough to actually die, and being left at this man's mercy... It's so much worse than anything else that might happen here.
Levity tries to focus on his breathing, trying to make his body relax - insofar as that's possible. He feels curiously lightheaded, and--ah, of course. Of course there's not going to be any preparation. That's not even surprising, at this point.]
[ Absinthe murmurs, disappointed! This Absinthe much preferred when Levity was more optimistic about things. when he has the slightest bit of hope that this Absinthe will show him any compassion. but, no -- there's none here, just the sadism, the worst parts of him all showing as an unpleasant surprise for Levity.
he thrusts forward with no more preamble, hissing at the friciton of it -- it's not exactly pleasurable for him either but the mental aspect of this more than makes up for it. knowing he's fucking him dry, know what that's going to inflict on top of everything else with him, his hands gripping his hips. ]
[Yeah well your tastes fucking suck. Also you literally ruined it yourself, idiot, no one was forcing you to be like "btw i WONT be nice to you in the slightest"
Levity feels like most of his mind withdraws somewhere far, far away. Only some most basic layer remains, unfortunately enough to still register the feeling. Levity makes a choked, pained grunt as Absinthe presses in, his breath coming faster and faster as his body tries to deal with pain, more tears welling up in his eyes. It hurts and it hurts and Levity wishes he was dead.
A part of him wants to struggle and protest again, but he knows that not only it's pointless now, it might just make things worse. So he simply lets himself cry quietly, eyes still closed so that he doesn't have to look at Absinthe anymore.]
[ Absinthe's breath comes out of him in a rush of laughter, as he sinks all the way into him, relentlessly -- not giving him the slightest chance of adjusting before he already starts to move, dry friction against his raw insides. he bends over him to be able to kiss at his face, messily in the meantime.
the angles also allows him more leverage -- for deep, lunging thrusts into him, though they aren't smooth at all with the lack of lubrication. that's obviously what Absinthe wants. there's no pretense now in doing anything for Levity's pleasure, even unwanted. ]
[It's even more painful than Levity was expecting, and he's pretty certain that something tears within him. He gives another pained sob, and despite his best efforts to stay quiet he can't help starting to cry in earnest as more and more of his psyche caves in under the brutal pressure. Weakly, he tries to push Absinthe's face away, turning his own to the side to retain at least a tiny measure of agency, trying to hide it in the crook of his elbow.]
[ Absinthe is at least quiet -- in the sense that he's not taunting Levity anymore, or teasing him at all. his mouth is occupied with rough moans as he fucks him, relishing in each one of those tears he sees falling down Levity's cheeks. he's not discouraged by the hand pushing at his face, either -- in fact he bites down at that hand, keeping it in his mouth. ]
It occurs to Levity a little too late that it wasn't a good idea to put his alive human hand in the vicinity of a cannibal's mouth. In panic, he gasps and tries to tug it back--he's in more than enough pain already, he doesn't want to get his hand eaten in addition to everything, he was hoping that after all... this... is done, he'd either be killed or sent back somehow. The thought that there's still more to come terrifies him, on top of the searing pain and the cruel humiliation... not helped in the least by the fact that his body tries to react to some part of all this with arousal. If he still had the presence of mind left for it, Levity would simply hope that Absinthe wouldn't be able to tell, not when Levity is already tight and shivering from the pain moreso than anything else.]
[ when Levity tries to pull his hand away he sinks his teeth in -- to the point his canines dig in and draw blood, much like a dog who doesn't want his new toy to be taken away. he's definitely enjoying the taste as a nice little bonus on top of that, though, lewdly running his tongue against the skin in his mouth, drool wetting Levity's hand when he doesn't swallow.
he doesn't seem to notice Levity's unwilling arousal quite yet -- he'd very much taunt him if he did -- too busy fucking him in rough, uneven thrusts, and too busy lost in that sensation to pay mind to it. ]
[absinthe is the worst fucking dog @ bit get a new one. get marnie
Levity sobs in pain and terror, trying to tug his hand away again before Absinthe's teeth sink in deeper and trying to move it promises more pain than just leaving it there. But it's like the last straw, between the threat of getting eaten alive, the rough way Absinthe drives into him and the humiliation of his body starting to submit Levity can't take it anymore. He wants this to stop, he wants this to never have happened, he doesn't want to live with the aftermath of this. Let him die, just let him--
His free hand scrambles on the ground, grabbing at the oat stalks in search of the nails - some might have fallen out, after all. Finally his fingers find a piece of metal, though only when he closes his hand over it, the edge stabbing into his palm. But that's good, that's proof it'll be sharp enough to work...
His mind becomes strangely calm, having finally found something to focus on that isn't everything else that's going on. It would have been good to slit his wrist in addition to what he's planning, just as insurance, but that's hard to do when one of his hands is held in Absinthe's mouth and the other is holding the nail itself.
Levity can feel his mind pivoting from this detached determination into hysterical panic and, before it can make the journey in full, stabs the nail into his own throat with all the strength he can muster.]
[ Absinthe doesn't notice -- at least not until it's too late. he's too caught up in watching Levity's face to notice his free hand, or the nail that he grabs, or -- for a moment -- when that nail sinks into his throat.
then he sees it, and Absinthe only pauses then before he laughs. and then -- he just resumes fucking him, letting him bleed. ]
Is it so painful, that you must escape this way? Death cannot be too pleasant either.
[Levity tries to say something, but turns out stabbing yourself in the throat doesn't let you speak much. Whatever. Not like this Absinthe deserves having anything said to him--
--but, for a moment, some perverse desire to hurt him back stirs. Maybe not even hurt, of course, but at least wipe that smirk off his face.
And there is... there is something to be said, isn't there? Something he maybe even deserves?
Haha. Hahaha.
His vision swims from the loss of blood, but Levity finds his lips twitching into a deranged smile. It won't even be a lie.
With the last bit of his strength he pushes himself up to bring himself closer to Absinthe's face, his good hand grabbing and holding onto his collar just to keep himself up. At least this close his whisper might still be audible.]
[ Absinthe freezes -- there's no expression on his face, for a moment, before it twists with anger and he lets go of his hand to grab for his neck and squeeze. this just forces the nail deeper in, opening the wound up wider, almost throttling him with the force of it. ]
[Levity tries to laugh for that first moment, even through his wounded throat, blood starting to spill from his mouth, but that's quickly replaced with fear and panic again when Absinthe goes to throttle him. Even though this is what he was planning to do, it's still an unpleasant way to die; with the last of his consciousness fading, Levity's body tries to scrabble at Absinthe's hand around its throat, spasms several times as blood finds its way into the lungs, struggles some more... and then stills, goes from a living creature to slowly cooling meat. Have fun with your necrophilia I guess.]
[thank FUCK levity doesn't get to know about this part!! He'd have a pretty good guess this is what's gonna happen anyway but he doesn't actually *know* it!!!
anyway time to wake up in the main room and then throw up and then hide under the bar counter probably and cry until he passes out, thanks.
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But what does it matter if you struggle?
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The realization that there really is no consideration given to him here, that neither his protests nor enjoyment actually mean anything, that he's denied basic humanity... It hits harder than anything else could, pushing him past being angry or disgusted and into the terrified, cowering emptiness.
His mind strays to the nails in his pocket. He can't hurt this... he can't hurt him, but maybe he could kill himself somehow. But he doesn't know how, and he's terrified of more pain, and maybe if he just... does whatever this Absinthe wants, he'll be allowed to go eventually.
Levity looks aside, every sensation registering with painful clarity yet curiously distant. Like he's just... watching a memory. Like it's not really happening, not really. He starts to open his mouth to give some kind of answer, but gives up. No. It doesn't matter and he should shut up before he makes it worse again.
Five was right. Vergil was right. Jason was right. He's just a naive idiot. Well, when--if--he gets out, he can tell them they were right.]
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Ah. Have you realized exactly what position you are in, now? And here I thought that you would never catch on.
[ -- and already, he's angling himself, pressing up against Levity's entrance with no foreplay or preparation. ]
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In a muzzy kind of way, he thinks about the nails in his pocket again. He probably could move his hand, especially if he does it slowly enough. Take one. Then... what? Throat. Jugular. Does he remember where it is, exactly? What if he can't put enough force into it to break skin? The thought of just... half-mutilating himself, not enough to actually die, and being left at this man's mercy... It's so much worse than anything else that might happen here.
Levity tries to focus on his breathing, trying to make his body relax - insofar as that's possible. He feels curiously lightheaded, and--ah, of course. Of course there's not going to be any preparation. That's not even surprising, at this point.]
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[ Absinthe murmurs, disappointed! This Absinthe much preferred when Levity was more optimistic about things. when he has the slightest bit of hope that this Absinthe will show him any compassion. but, no -- there's none here, just the sadism, the worst parts of him all showing as an unpleasant surprise for Levity.
he thrusts forward with no more preamble, hissing at the friciton of it -- it's not exactly pleasurable for him either but the mental aspect of this more than makes up for it. knowing he's fucking him dry, know what that's going to inflict on top of everything else with him, his hands gripping his hips. ]
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Levity feels like most of his mind withdraws somewhere far, far away. Only some most basic layer remains, unfortunately enough to still register the feeling. Levity makes a choked, pained grunt as Absinthe presses in, his breath coming faster and faster as his body tries to deal with pain, more tears welling up in his eyes. It hurts and it hurts and Levity wishes he was dead.
A part of him wants to struggle and protest again, but he knows that not only it's pointless now, it might just make things worse. So he simply lets himself cry quietly, eyes still closed so that he doesn't have to look at Absinthe anymore.]
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the angles also allows him more leverage -- for deep, lunging thrusts into him, though they aren't smooth at all with the lack of lubrication. that's obviously what Absinthe wants. there's no pretense now in doing anything for Levity's pleasure, even unwanted. ]
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It occurs to Levity a little too late that it wasn't a good idea to put his alive human hand in the vicinity of a cannibal's mouth. In panic, he gasps and tries to tug it back--he's in more than enough pain already, he doesn't want to get his hand eaten in addition to everything, he was hoping that after all... this... is done, he'd either be killed or sent back somehow. The thought that there's still more to come terrifies him, on top of the searing pain and the cruel humiliation... not helped in the least by the fact that his body tries to react to some part of all this with arousal. If he still had the presence of mind left for it, Levity would simply hope that Absinthe wouldn't be able to tell, not when Levity is already tight and shivering from the pain moreso than anything else.]
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he doesn't seem to notice Levity's unwilling arousal quite yet -- he'd very much taunt him if he did -- too busy fucking him in rough, uneven thrusts, and too busy lost in that sensation to pay mind to it. ]
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Levity sobs in pain and terror, trying to tug his hand away again before Absinthe's teeth sink in deeper and trying to move it promises more pain than just leaving it there. But it's like the last straw, between the threat of getting eaten alive, the rough way Absinthe drives into him and the humiliation of his body starting to submit Levity can't take it anymore. He wants this to stop, he wants this to never have happened, he doesn't want to live with the aftermath of this. Let him die, just let him--
His free hand scrambles on the ground, grabbing at the oat stalks in search of the nails - some might have fallen out, after all. Finally his fingers find a piece of metal, though only when he closes his hand over it, the edge stabbing into his palm. But that's good, that's proof it'll be sharp enough to work...
His mind becomes strangely calm, having finally found something to focus on that isn't everything else that's going on. It would have been good to slit his wrist in addition to what he's planning, just as insurance, but that's hard to do when one of his hands is held in Absinthe's mouth and the other is holding the nail itself.
Levity can feel his mind pivoting from this detached determination into hysterical panic and, before it can make the journey in full, stabs the nail into his own throat with all the strength he can muster.]
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then he sees it, and Absinthe only pauses then before he laughs. and then -- he just resumes fucking him, letting him bleed. ]
Is it so painful, that you must escape this way? Death cannot be too pleasant either.
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--but, for a moment, some perverse desire to hurt him back stirs. Maybe not even hurt, of course, but at least wipe that smirk off his face.
And there is... there is something to be said, isn't there? Something he maybe even deserves?
Haha. Hahaha.
His vision swims from the loss of blood, but Levity finds his lips twitching into a deranged smile. It won't even be a lie.
With the last bit of his strength he pushes himself up to bring himself closer to Absinthe's face, his good hand grabbing and holding onto his collar just to keep himself up. At least this close his whisper might still be audible.]
You're... worse 'n him...
[Eat SHIT.]
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he will enjoy the necrophilia and then eventually the cannibalism because why would anyone want to waste a perfectly good body?? ]
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anyway time to wake up in the main room and then throw up and then hide under the bar counter probably and cry until he passes out, thanks.
i still want levity room though :'( but alas]